The clear ink eyes were slightly raised, and what greeted her was a flying eyebrow, a firm nose, thin lips, and a knife-like face.

Those deep and dark eyes shone with a glittering light.

Qing Li's hand twitched violently, and the chess game that had been played for a long time was destroyed in an instant.

The black mixed with the white, colliding with the earth, made a crunch, slightly harsh sound.

Qing Li's eyes, which looked like clear water and autumn pupils, were immediately covered with a layer of anger, and the gloom also covered her cheeks.

She stared at the death with her eyes as if to say, how did you come, I don't want to see you.

Liwu also stared at his eyes tightly, revealing a little sadness mixed with a faint madness.

His thin lips were slightly open, but the red tongue remained motionless.

His hand swayed lightly, but he didn't know where to go, only the dancing sleeves spoke of his irritability.

They stood relatively silent for a moment.

There was silence as if the sound of the air could be heard.

The prime minister saw that this atmosphere was not right, so he coughed and said in that hoarse voice: "The dead are here." ”

Then he touched his arm to his chest and stroked it gently, gasped lowly, and said, "I'm old, I'm a little sleepy after sitting for a while, you two young people can play together." ”

With that, he put his hands behind his back, hunched slightly, and walked out with heavy and slow steps.

I want to leave them alone time.

Qingli looked away, her feet just lifted, pulling the hem of her skirt.

At this time, Liyan spoke: "Li'er, can we have a good talk?" Pain grew unscrupulously on his face.

Qingli paused for a moment, pinched her palms tightly, closed her red lips, and took a firm step.

Seeing this, he strode to the door and closed the door, but the sound came from the closed door or from Qingli's closed heart.

Li's arm lifted and quickly grabbed Qingli's shoulder.

"You can't do that to me. There was a hint of cruelty in the voice, a hint of pleading.

Qingli's head twisted, and a mocking laugh spilled from the colorful lips.

Qingli was still speechless, because her heart was already cold, and her pain had penetrated deep into her bone marrow, pierced into her soul, and was already numb.

Li Yan still explained to himself: "Nan Ling and I have nothing, you have to believe me." ”

Qingli was still silent, what he did couldn't make her trust him anymore.

Liyan's feet stomped on the ground hard, and he suppressed his voice and said, "I saved her, but I didn't want to see you punished for it." ”

"The emperor is now sweeping away the princelings, how could he let you go as Qing's own sister, the emperor is ruthless, even if you are her daughter!"

If he really did it for her good, what about the man in black who was released from the Southern Tobacco Country?

Did he run out on his own?

He himself escaped from the prison guarded by many people!

I'm afraid I can't believe it myself.

Qing Li finally said a word.

The thin voice sounded, but it made the death like falling into an ice cave, "Are you finished?

Qingli's tone was flat, but Liyan was even more panicked, if she was angry, it meant that she still cared, she was not even angry now, so did she lose her love for him?

His grip tightened even tighter, and he trembled and said, "I'm your fiancé!"

Qingli felt that her palms were already blurred with flesh and blood.

But she still said indifferently, "I don't count anymore, that was before I lost my memory, it's all your deception of me and now I don't count." ”

He finally couldn't hold it back, and he roared sadly: "How can you not count? You promised me, and the emperor also gave us a marriage." ”

Qingli glanced at him coldly and didn't say a word.

Li Yan tentatively put one of his hands in front of Qing Li's face, trying to caress her cheek, but Qing Li turned her head in disgust.

This disgust pierced the tip of the heart.

He wanted to hug Qingli regardless of it, as if Qingli was his, as if that was the case, the touch disgust would not exist.

With Qing Li's fierce force, he broke free from the shackles of separation.

Her glass-like eyes looked like a knife in Liyan's eyes.

The reason why he was unscrupulous before was because he knew that Qing Li would not blame him for this, and he could see that although Qing Li was evasive at that time, there was a move in his eyes, which was the fear and emotion of strange emotions.

But now, there is nothing but disgust in it, and there is no one to serve in it.

He said sadly: "Li'er, what do you have to do to forgive me?" ”

Liyan's whole body was tense, and even the blood vessels were pounding against the skin.

How?

Qing Li didn't know, Qing Li felt as if all his promises to her were deception, and Lili had lost her trust.

She thought, maybe never, she would never forgive him.

But the low weeping in the depths of her soul disturbed her mind, and the pain in her whole body told her, you have nothing left, why can't you give him a chance!

Qingli's head bowed. A drop of red, burning liquid dripped from her palm, and she quickly moved her step and stepped on the drop of vermilion with her foot.

Immersed in grief, he did not notice this small change.

He used all his strength to approach her again.

His breath hit his hair.

The scattered broken hair seemed to be unable to stand the scorching heat, so they hurriedly dodged and spun around in the air a few times, which was a little funny out of the atmosphere.

The head of the dead bowed slightly, and slowly marched towards the precious lips.

Qingli may not have come back to her senses yet, she didn't move in place, as if she didn't notice the movement of leaving.